Just when you thought she was down for the count, Masked Mom rallies with a review of Infomercials brought to you by the fact that she couldn't lift a finger to the remote Sunday afternoon. Admittedly, this review won't be long or detailed, nor will it tell you anything you don't already know about infomercials, but some people say it's the thought that counts and not only did I think (this should in no way be construed as any indication or guarantee of the quailty of said thought), I typed it! (Woo-hoo. Dang, I think I pulled something jumping for joy there.)
So here it is: Infomercials suck.
Masked Mom's One-Word Review: Super-special-suckitude.
(This review brought to you by the one-two punch of stomach flu and PMS and TMI*, which this post now contains.)
*Ok, one-two-three punch, but that doesn't have quite the same ring to it, does it?
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